"Then I'm glad you can't get me," said Charlie, looking unconcernedly down upon his stalwart enemy.
"You're two of the worst boys I ever saw," proceeded the farmer, wrathfully.
"And I'm sure you're the worst man I ever saw."
"What's your name?" asked Tarbox, abruptly.
"Charlie Davis; I'm sorry I haven't got my card with me, or I'd throw it down to you."
"I'd like to have the bringing up of you."
"All right! Perhaps I'll appoint you my guardian."
"You're more impudent than the other one, though you ain't so big."
"Are you comin' down?" he inquired of Robert.
"Not at present."